
DEUTSGHLAND 

UBER 

IRELAND 



AND 

OTHER POEMS 



BY 

HARRY E. PICKENBACH 



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DEUTSCHLAND 

UBER 

IRELAND 



and other poems 



By 
HARRY E. PICKENBACH 



Copyright 1918 by 

HARRY E. PICKENBACH 

West Orange, N. J. 



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DEUTSCHLAND UBER IRELAND 

or 
DIE WACHT AM RYAN 



Sure, what's ailin' with Cohalan 
And his comrades in New York? 
"Is the German cause a f ailin'?" 

Comes the cry from County Cork. 
Then up spakes Jerry Meyer 
Of the Ku Klux Kaiser Klan, 
"The Von Learys never tire, 

And they fight as Germans can." 

AVhen Billy O'Henzollern 

Ascends the Irish throne, 
Every harp in dear owld Ireland, 

From Galway to Tyrone, 
Will play "Die'Wacht am Ryan" 

And "The Wearin' of the Griin," 
And horns will toot like Teutons toot- 

And toot "God Save the Queen." 

From Ireland the "ire" 

Will seek the meltin' pot, 
And be lost in German fire 

While the Kaiser's stove is hot ; 
And toasts will be a drinkin' 

In the Clan-a-Gael Verein 
To Alt Heidelberg in Sligo, 

And to Limerick on the Rhine. 



The big and little bosses, 

From Kerry to Kildare, 
Will all wear Iron Crosses 

Like the O'HenzoUerns wear. 
Irish-German, German-Irish, 

From Kiel to Donegal, 
Sure they'll "double up" in Dublin 

With the "double cross" for all. 

McHindenburg, O'Tirpitz, 

Fitz Burns-Duff and the rest. 
Will march through Tipperary 

With a shamrock on each breast ; 
And Mickey Michaelis, 

The Kaiser's faithful "mouse," 
Will tell in German-Gaelic 

How Britannia got the "raus." 

PERHAPS ! 

But Billy O'Henzollern 

Has rickets in his throne. 
His "Kaiser Bund von Erin" 

Is in the Danger Zone. 
He'll never land at Belfast 

Upon an even keel; 
He's sailin' straight for Helfast, 

With Satan at the wheel. 

For every Herr von Leary, 

And Herr Cohalan, too, 
He'll find ten thousand Irish 

Who are true red, white and blue. 
They know the "bunk" and "blarney" 

Of Billy von Potsdam; 
And from 'Frisco to Killarney 

Sure they'll stand with Uncle Sam. 



"ALLES IN PLUNDERLAND" 

With apologies to 

"Alice in Wonderland" 

To Foreign (Real Estate) Minister Zimmermann. 



Guten Morgen, once already yet, 
Herr Zimmermann, you have to let 
Some farm lands in New Mexico, 
In Texas und in Idaho? 
Some acreage on "Palma" Beach 
You have to agri-Kultur teach? 
Und through the loyal southern states 
We hear the peoples say, "Wie gehts 
Mit unserm Hohenzollern Bill?" 
They "Hock" the Kaiser with a will; 
They drink a toast with keen delight 
To Hindenburg und Schrecklichkeit; 
Herr Zimmermann, a toast to you, 
Und Soupmarine Von Tirpitz too. 
A treaty is a paper scrap, 
Und so we rearrange the map. 
Und Fritz, der Sohn von unserm Bill 
Will make a Schnitzel of Brazil. 
Ach! Junkerism takes command 
Of alles dann in Plunderland. 



"DEUTSCHLAND UNTER ALLIES" 

To the music of 

"Deutschland Uber Alles" 

Enter Mr. William HohenzoUern, a candidate for 

private citizenship. 

The "old tomato" Austria sent 

To Serbia, should not have went. 

If backwards I could frontwards see, 

Those Junkers would got "23"; 

July the fifth, nineteen fourteen, 

Inside mein skull they put a "bean" ; 

In sinister they put the sin 

That "shady" night in old Berlin. 

It stands so in the Yellow Book; 

Von Bethmann-Hollweg got the hook; 

Und why the Helfferich is it now 

That Scheidemann begins a row? 

The Herr Landrat von Gravenitz, 

Says, "Bill, your Reichstag's full of Splitz, 

Your Majesty should curb their bits." 

Potztausend, Donnerwetter, Blitz! 

Und should the Socialistic Bunch 

Hand out a solar plexus punch, 

Himmel! JNIein throne I should get off. 

Like Nicolauski Romanoff? 

With Constantin the Kink of Greece 

I then would shout "Let us have Peace." 

Potsdam it, noch einmal Potsdam, 

Ach ! Was ist los mit Onkel Sam ? 

So much it gives for Liberty Loan 

I sometimes think I "pulled a bone." 

Ach! So much Geld for Liberty, 

What chance has mein Indemnity ? 

A lumpiness is in mein throat. 

It feels as someone "gets mein goat." 

Mein Sohn, mein Sohn, the Crowned Prince, 

Will he be "handed out a quince?" 

A fear is raging in mein blouse 

That Onkel Sam gives me the "raus." 



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THE RIVER FRONT 

("Somewhere in America.") 



Ach Domierwetter ! woe betide! 

I try to make a suicide ! 

I run myself down to the pier, 

But to the water can't get near! 

The soldiers guard the entrances, 

Und hand me out these sentences : 
"Pass auf !" "Pass auf!" Which means as much 

As "Danger!" or you "get in Dutch!" 

Und so, mein footprints I retrace, 

Und try to find another place 

Where I the water can jump in! 

Before to undress I begin. 

Again the warning cry I hear : 
"You can't make suicide on this pier!" 

Und so it is that I would yell— 

Mit Sherman too, that "War is Hell!" 

The sale is stopped of Lager Bier, 
Und by the pier you can't get near ! 
Mit tears of anguish I would cry, 
"I cannot live, I cannot die!" 



C^SAR HOHENZOLLERN 

I'm the Hohenzollern Csesar, 

I'm the Rock of Eben-ezer, 

I am greater than the Norman or the Dane. 

To mein individual hking 

I am braver than the Viking, 

Such a Kaiser yet before did never reign. 

Homer too und Aristotle, 
You might put them in a bottle 
Mit the greatness of a Plato on a plate ; 
But that Hohenzollern Willy- 
He would make them all look silly ; 
I am greater than the greatest of the great. 

Und the genius of a Chaucer, 

No, it wouldn't fill a saucer 

If beside Mein Majest^^ it had to stand; 

Ach ! mein bust mit decorations 

I have filled for mein orations ; 

Ich bin the greatest genius in the land. 

I'm the Hohenzollern Cassar, 

By the whiskers round my "sneezer" 

Ach ! mein picture it is known from pole to pole, 

Und upon the walls of Heaven 

They have hung no less than seven, 

Und in Hell they have mein statue made of coal. 



I'm the Hohenzollern seizer, 

All the other worlds und dieser 

Are preparing at mein royal feet to fall ; 

Yes! und when it comes to "freezing" 

Onto others' lands, und seizing, 

Ich bin sure the greatest seizer of them all. 



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I'm the Hohenzollern vulture, 

I have put the "K" in Kultur, 

Und it means not what it does when spelled mit "C" 

When the peoples should get wiser 

Und it's "raus" mit unserm Kaiser 

They'U spell Culture mit a "C" und mit a "E." 



"THE DOVE OF PIECE' " 

To Herr Von FoUette, 

U. S. Senator from Germany, 
Washington, D. C. 

From His Majesty the Kaiser. 

Ach ! Mein lieber Herr Von Follette, 

Such a weakness has mein wallet, 

It's longing for a large und German "piece." 

You should make your elocution, 

On mein "piece aim" resolution, 

Or get yoiu* unconditional release. 

Willie Horst will write a sermon, 

In his sheet the "Evening German," 

On honesty, integrity und "piece," 

Und every advertiser 

Should eulogize den Kaiser 

Who calls upon this cruel war to cease. 

So begin now your orations. 

We must save the bankrupt nations, 

Barbarity should quickly come to stop ; 

When it gives no German lenders. 

On the war we put suspenders, 

Und have "piece" before those Allies get on top. 

"Piece," oh "piece," I hope we get it. 
We are running down of credit, 
Und creditors are hard to satisfy ; 
Hot I get "around the collar," 
Down I get to my last dollar. 
Give us "piece" before we don't lose all the pie. 

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War is filled with pain und sorrow 

When you can't no longer borrow ; 

Such a suffering, it breaks mein heart with woe. 

We should make a stop to fighting, 

Und the sins of Schrecklichkeiting, 

When those Allies put a corner on the "dough." 

"Hell is War," said General Sherman, 
But he didn't fought the German, 
Und he didn't met mein super-soupmarines. 
When it is you can't get trusted, 
Und they all say "Bill, you're busted"; 
War is Hell, without a nickel in your jeans. 

"Piece," oh "piece," when we have got it. 
It's for war again we plot it, 
Und another march to Paris we begin. 
With a navy three time stronger, 
Und an army ten miles longer, 
Ach! In sinister again we put the sin. 



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MEIN SIX SONS 

Ach ! when the war I did begin 
Und tried by Paris to get in, 
Six sons I had, und not one twin, 
Of Hohenzollern royal kin. 
Six sons stood ready to command 
The forces of the Fatherland. 
Six sons rushed backwards, just to show 
Where common soldiers dared not go. 
Six sons performed the noble deed 
Of rushing backwards mit such speed, 
Und threw themselves into the fray. 
The front behind, upon that da3^ 
The royal bands you could hear play 
As waved the banners far away. 
Und such a charge they did begin 
Upon the castle in Berlin — 
It was a brave, courageous fight ! — 
They ca]^tured it before the night. 
The doctor said, "Now, let us see 
Your awful list of casualty." 
One son did got a lot of croup 
From sitting too long on the stoop. 
Und one, what let the razor slip. 
The doctor said, "It is the pip"; 
Und one what went his hat without. 
Did bring a awful case of gout. 
Der letzte one, without his coat 
Did got bronkittens in his throat. 
But now they all are well again. 
Prepared to fight like Hellagain, 
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But outside not, but just within 

The boundaries of Old Berhn. 

So when it comes to taking care, 

A Hohenzollern is a "bear"; 

It shows mit what for high degree 

We take care of our family ; 

When we can such a war go through 

Und not lose even one or two. 

Und so we finish out the war 

Mit six sons yet . . . und maybe more. 



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HURRY BOY 

Hurry boy, hurry! 

Or you'll miss Life's grandest chance, 

When the troops of Uncle Sammy 

Begin the Great Advance. 

They're headed now for Belgium, 

They're leaving dear old France ; 

Hurrj^ boy, hurry, get in the Great Advance. 

The stricken ones of Belgium 
Are calling to you, son. 
So do your bit, and pack your kit. 
And "take it on the run." 
They're ringing bells in Belgium, 
The death-knell of the Hun, 
They're singing "Yankee Doodle" now and 
"Johnny get your gun." 

Hiu-ry boy, hurry! 

The end will soon begin, • 

The forces now in Belgium 

Are headed for Berlin. 

And in the final inning 

We want to count you in. 

Hurry boy, huny, the victory to win. 

Hurry boy, hurry! 

Get in the final jam 

When the forces of Old Glory — 

The Troops of Uncle Sam — 

Break through the Prussian breastworks, 

Then onward to Potsdam, 

Hurry boy, hurry, for God and Uncle Sam. 

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Photo by courtesy of >Sassano 



Facsimile of crocheted war blanket. One of a series made by Helena 
Rademacher-Pickenbach and donated by her to Duryea War relief. Hero- 
land Bazaar and Y. M. C. A. 



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